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Oct 2016
I was sitting high above the world on a mountain
But in the distance below I could see a fountain
Suddenly a rush of wind started to blow
Somehow my understanding became in the know
Yet the breeze was refreshing in a captivating flow
Immediately inspiration popped in
However I wasn’t even thinking in the moment of then
But it wasn’t until that wind
I knew a vision of living had set in
Even high above, I looked below to where I lived
I had achieved, but there was still more for me to give
It was that moment that really opened my eyes
My thinking became more being wise
Understanding moved into knowledgeable
Enable was able
Wisdom in vision
Reasons having no seasons
All from one blowing wind
A breeze that says one can
It’s all up to you in the matter of when
Don’t let tomorrow go by
You only get just one try.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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